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A fantasy poem.
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Bullying Skynet into existence
I had an idea for a short story about a robot with self learning capabilities (AI) being sent to school to understand human society. It makes some friends, and also gets bullied. Later, it turns into Skynet because it never recovered emotionally from being bullied by a six year old. Think M3GAN. Or Astro Boy gone Brightburn. Or The Iron Giant but evil. Or Steven Spielberg's A.I., but sad(der 1 ).…
Seeking cinnamon roll
My epic quest across state lines for a baked good. To understand the nature of my quest, we must first define a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll (or cinnamon bun) is a yeast-leavened sweet bread, with a cinnamon sugar butter mixture rolled into the dough. Some people (not I) may add raisins to their dough before baking; most add cream cheese icing afterward. Wikipedia agrees with me on this. In my…
Quilting
Today's post is about QUILT – a questioning framework that I find helpful in my own classroom, but have a really hard time finding clear information about online. QUILT framework for asking good questions QU estion: what you are asking, phrased as a question ( Why is the sky blue? ) I L ooked In: the search strategy you used before you decided to ask ( I googled it, but I didn't understand what…
Goldfish Boss
Workplace strategies for when your supervisor is an outdated stereotype of a household pet. Originally written back when I worked in a research lab, where my supervisor ran the lab solo and generally functioned more like a small business owner than a corporate middle manager. YMMV. 1. Goldfish have poor memories. Your boss likely manages several people and projects simultaneously. They may not…
What is art?
In 2024, I tried to come up with some definition of art. Even though most of what we think of as art is tangible objects, art is actually an abstract concept, like freedom or love. I don't have any formal training in art methods, but here is the definition I came up with, documented below for future comments and critique: Art is based on shared meaning. If the artist cannot generate a shared…
Summer haiku
Here are a pair of haiku I wrote two springs ago. The last cherry tree of the season stands alone. The sun warms us both. Walking up the hill The soft serve cone in my hand slowly starts to melt.
Inspiration
What inspired me to start a blog, a found poem: What to Write? 1 If you have lost time solving a superspecific problem then you need to write about it, it can happen that you end up being someone hero some day. It can also happen that you’ll have the same problem again and then you’ll be your own hero. 2 your blog doesn't have to be a curated presentation of yourself to the world—it can be a…